The vain being is the really solitary being.
Gratitude is a soil on which joy thrives.
Why has no religion this command before all others: Thou shalt work?
In Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird,-all is there for itself.
When you have discovered a stain in yourself, you eagerly seek for and gladly find stains in others.
All men are selfish, but the vain man is in love with himself. He admires, like the lover his adored one, everything which to others is indifferent.